Cellulitis. Again. With 4 days of work left. I do not have the words for my level of frustration and cranky. Oh wait, yes I do: "2 pizzas please".
It looks like a bug bite or something - if you invert it, it's way cool:
Just a tiiiiiny little pinprick, but that just fucks my weekend. No walking, leg elevated = no work Fri, no family wedding Sunday.
Many rude words.